You go to my head
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Hats Off To You
Fascinating, disturbing, horrible, chic, sporting and important are just a few words that describe a thing call hats. Hats are the bane of my life. I grew up in the “olden” days when women wore hats all the time. Back then I didn’t want to wear one and wouldn’t much to my Mother’s chagrin. Why? Because I thought they looked ridiculous and being a tomboy – no hat was going on my head!! Yes this was back before girls wore baseball caps. Those were for boys!!!!
I grew up pretty much finding excuses not to wear anything and I mean anything on my head even if it was raining. Except winter! Winter in Minnesota meant you HAD to have a hat on or freeze ears, head, eyebrows, etc off. Most of the time I wouldn’t wear one except when the temps hovered around -10 to -20 below or lower!
One day I was talked into going with girlfriends who wanted to go shopping, and being a curious person, shopping was always an adventure. One just never knew what one could find. However, this shopping experience was one of enlightenment for me. I finally discovered why I don’t like hats.
Dayton’s in Minneapolis was a high end department store and one could find a lot of delightful things meandering down the aisles. This is the store for those of you who remember the Mary Tyler Moore series where she stands outside of a department store (Dayton’s) throwing her hat up into the air. We girls burst through the revolving doors with fervor as we headed into the heady atmosphere of shopping. Laughing and giggling I knew we were driving the sales people nuts. Like crickets, we’d jump from one thing to another then onward to another department of oohing and ahhing.
We split up scattering in different directions. Suddenly I heard one of the girls, Donna, shriek. It burst like a huge bubble all around the store. We found her in the hat department. Oh crap! Donna grabbed us to try on hats. Standing frozen my worse fear was unwrapping in front of me. So I played rabbit and stayed there just watching each one try on hats. I smiled, nodded appreciation, or threw up my hands in horror if the hat was terrible.
Sneakily Jan had crept up behind me and placed a hat on my head! All my friends burst out in laughter. Then another one and another one landed on my head. Laughter got louder and longer. Thinking quickly, I decided to play along. I proceeded to strut, pull the hat down further over my eyes, posed, and yelled, “Bring me another”!!! Small head, every hat too big looked like a disaster on me.
I have tried many times to wear hats, with even my children laughing at me as I tried them on. Hats I like, but they don’t like me. I keep trying, I buy hats but nope! Laughter erupts. I’m thinking maybe a veil might work!!!